A couple of days ago, I had lunch with a woman who had been my late husband’s friend. I had seen her once before since his passing two and a half years ago.

The friend wanted to check in with me and again offer her support. We talked for a while and then the conversation shifted to her brother. She said we both had a lot in common; he’s a Buddhist – she said. Even though I don’t know her brother, I intuitively knew what she was trying to say. She was referring to the quality of acceptance.